So, in the eyes of the public, Nancy Nash was still Mrs. Valerius—simply the one Jameson Valerius had sent abroad to recuperate. Meanwhile, Dylan Valerius remained the pampered young master of the Valerius family.
Aurora Sterling looked at Dylan Valerius lying in the hospital bed and offered a gentle smile. "Are you holding up okay?"
Dylan Valerius let out a dry laugh. "I'm not dead yet."
The phrase was highly ambiguous. It was impossible to rule out the implication that he couldn't kill himself simply because someone was watching.
Aurora Sterling's expression shifted. "I always thought you were a responsible guy, cool and independent. It's only when trouble hits that I see you're just a coward who hides in his shell."
Dylan Valerius's lips trembled, his expression clearly shifting. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words and opted for a self-mocking tone instead. "I'm sure you've heard about my... situation."
